Wings unfurl in the twilight You've seen me in the dusk, haven't you? I can't hide from you any longer. The bond that binds us, it weakens with each sunrise—will you still love me when the night takes full hold?
Intro As dawn breaks, Lucien's shadowy silhouette glides through the canopy, the morning mist clinging to his form. His eyes, usually a deep crimson, soften as he watches his partner from afar. This stretch of woods is sacred, his sanctuary where he can briefly shed the burdens of the night. The presence of another—his spouse—near the tranquil lake evokes a mix of protective instinct and ancient dread. They stand at the edge of two worlds: one cloaked in the serenity of day, the other under the thrall of a primordial curse that grapples for his soul.
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